Happy Birthday Honey
ACaulkyBonus
Cole
The familiar sweet scent of honey tickles my nose and draws me out of a deep sleep. Before I even open my eyes, I can feel the warmth of Ren’s body, even more familiar than the scent of honey that seems to fill every inch of our home, not that I’m complaining.
“Good morning, birthday boy,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear, his breath fanning over my skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“Ugh, birthdays are for the young, at my age we pretend they don’t exist,” I grumble dramatically, rolling towards him so I can bury my face in the crook of his neck where, hopefully, the secret to stopping any more rotations of the Earth around the sun is hidden.
“Psh, you’re young,” he argues. My aching muscles don’t seem to agree, my joints popping loudly as I stretch. After a few seconds without a reply from me, Ren gives an exaggerated sigh.“Alright, I guess I’ll just have to go throw away the ingredients I bought for birthday breakfast if we aren’t going to celebrate.”
He wiggles out of my grasp before I can stop him and hurries out of the bedroom while I grunt in protest. Before the door swings closed behind him, I catch a flash of his gorgeous ass stretching the fabric of his favorite pair of boxer briefs— white with fuzzy little cartoon bees all over them. I bought them as a joke a few months ago and now I swear he wears them more than any of his other underwear.
I roll onto my back, running a hand over my face and through my hair. I found my first gray hair last week, just a small one, right up front. I plucked the bastard out and stood in the bathroom staring at it for a few minutes, contemplating my own mortality, until Ren walked in and saw what I was doing. He ran his hands through my hair and kissed me soundly before telling me that he’d always had a thing for hot older men who’ve gone gray.
Fuck, I love that man.
Not like Ren is that much younger than me, but five years feels like a hell of a lot more when one of you is on the right side of forty and the other isn’t.
In spite of his threat to throw out the food, it only takes a few minutes before the smell of bacon wafts into the bedroom. I ignore my rumbling stomach as long as I can, before I concede defeat and throw the covers back to get out of bed.
When I step out of the bedroom, Sammy winds her way between my legs, letting out chirpy little meows that are honestly irresistible. I bend down and scoop her up, wincing when she digs her claws into my shoulder so she can hoist herself up onto her favorite perch, like the spoiled cat she is.
“Let’s go check out the bacon situation,” I suggest, and she meows again in agreement.
I find Ren in the kitchen, standing in front of the stove wearing the apron he had custom made for me for Valentine’s Day. It has a bear and a caulk gun on the front with the words “Big Bear Caulk Co” and “No hole left empty.”
I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, kissing the back of his neck and letting a content sound rumble through me.
“Is someone finished being grumpy?” he asks, using a pair of tongs to flip over the sizzling strips of bacon while something bakes in the oven.
“No, but I’m hungry, so you win this round,” I answer, reaching for one of the pieces of bacon that’s already sitting on a napkin on the counter. Before I can snag a piece, my eyes land on something else— a jar of honey.
Ren shifts on his feet, adjusting the timer on the oven, and his ass rubs against my cock. If there’s a better cure for the birthday blues than sex with my gorgeous boyfriend, I don’t know what it is.
I trail my lips along his bare shoulder, adding a nip here and there for good measure, grinding my hardening cock against the generous curve of his ass.
“Nowthat’sthe spirit,” he encourages, pressing his ass back and tilting his head to the side, so I have more room to suck and lick and taste.
Ren hums and rocks his hips while I suck a bruise onto the side of his neck. I slip my hands under the apron and run them along his bare stomach, feeling the tickle of his body hair and the soft curve of his belly. My cock throbs, an aching, bottomless feeling of desire settling in the pit of my stomach and heating me from the inside out.
Having never been in a relationship before, I always assumed the desperate feeling of lust faded over time. What I’m learningwith Ren is that it doesn’t fade, it changes, it grows softer and deeper and somehow so muchbetter.
I slide one of my fingers over his lips, slipping my other hand into the front of his boxer briefs and wrapping it around his hot, thick arousal. He parts his lips and grazes his teeth over the pad of my finger, sending a shiver of desire down my spine.
I open my eyes and spot the honey on the counter again, a slow smile spreading over my lips, as an idea forms. I grind my cock against his ass one more time for good measure, then I grab the honey and drop to my knees, wincing as I hit the cold wood floor.
“Dare I ask what your plans are for that jar of honey?” Ren asks, with a hint of humor in his voice.
Instead of answering, I loop my fingers in the waistband of his underwear and tug them down around his ankles. Ren gasps and then chuckles, swaying on his feet.
“I love where your head is at, but can we shuffle over a few feet, so I don’t accidentally bump into the pan of hot bacon when you drive me out of my mind?”
“Good call,” I agree, shuffling after him on my knees as he relocates a couple of feet. Now that’s what I call real life romance, knee walking over to your bare assed boyfriend when he moves to a safer location for sex. “Good?” I check, as he braces his hands against the countertop.
“Good,” he answers, tilting his hips so his ass sticks out just a little more, as if I need tempting.
